Rose Of The Devil's Garden

There is a rose in the Devil's garden

In shadow it grows alone

Many things are dangerous now

In this garden we call home

Be careful as you make your way

Some things are poison to the touch

You've spent your life here in this place

You long to run away so much

My love it is a black rose (my love it is a black rose)

Held out to you by hand of fate (held by the hand of fate now)

And as this dark romance grows

It's not from the sun, but the starlight that's so far away

Above the Devil's garden

The fertile soil of poisoned hearts

Fed by tears and nighttime rain

Under Translyvanian moon

Grows the flower bred from pain

Death is pure-life is not

So ask yourself, what do you want?

As for me, well I want you

So pick the black rose and let its thorns cut you